POEM: Waiting For The Bakery To Open

I am waiting for the bakery to open -
Maybe for a Danish, some coffee for sure – my needs are simple –
It is my only chance to know the day as a friend.

I turn my gaze inward to where the quiet of space resides.
I will excavate un-mined silence like forgotten buried jewels,
Today, even the songbirds will marvel at my unrehearsed song.
I will push aside all the noise and watch what grows.